Closer, closer.

My back almost broke, but I finally succeeded.

Soon, two thick mouth pieces came over to join in the fun.

Inside the mud wall, it was extremely quiet, and the sound of the water was like a piece of beautiful music.

Move slowly and touch gently, just like two puppies saying hello with their tongues.

Although it was so gentle, both of them were breathing heavily. The air from their mouths sprayed on each other's faces, making it difficult to breathe.

Lin Le fell over, bent her body again, buried her head in it, sucked and licked hard.

At the same time, the artifact entered her mouth and she swallowed it repeatedly.

He turned over and sat up, half-kneeling on the bed. She was also half-kneeling obediently, with her waist sunken deeply, her thick buttocks arched high, facing him directly behind her, and a pair of soft breasts on her chest.

The dough bag almost touched the blanket.

The second time, she didn't say anything and looked serious. The unabated artifact had a very direct and slippery feeling. He moved it lightly and slowly, putting his hands on her hips.

Dip it in some clear juice and it will be like mud, it will be fun to play with.

"sister in law."

"Um."

"Have you finished digging out the sweet potatoes in the field?"

"It's over."

"Where are the chickens? Why is one missing?"

"Let Sister Song's kitten take it away."

"sister in law."

"Um."

"Did my brother go deep?"

"OK."

"Sister-in-law, are you comfortable?"

"Yeah."

"Sister-in-law, I have asked you to speak."

"OK."

I stayed in the room all afternoon and played with it to my heart's content. There were six rounds in total.

After being mute for many years, she finally started to speak, but her sister-in-law was a serious woman. She lived with her brother-in-law and couldn't survive one more night. Early the next morning, she returned to her parents' home with her luggage in high spirits.

The sun was shining brightly, so we walked out of the village, climbed the pass, and climbed over the mass graves.

Lin Le and the old yellow dog at home followed her one journey after another across mountains and rivers.

In the diversion channel next to the aqueduct, accompanied by the old yellow dog, the uncle and sister-in-law spread hay and came once.

At the foot of the mountain, in the cave on the cliff, the old yellow dog was also guarded at the foot of the cliff, and he came again.

My closest sister-in-law left, and when I returned home, I felt a little empty, just like the afternoon of Children's Day, when the play was over and there was no one on the playground except for some confetti floating in the air.

One day, two days, three days.

The days are like a ghost train, slipping by day by day, the moon is full and the moon is missing.

I am used to the bustle of Murakami’s old teahouse, and I am also used to the loneliness of being alone at home. I stay at home, without going anywhere. My mobile phone is gone, and I cannot receive invitations from my close friends. I study secret books without worries and at ease.

The home with mud walls has become a hidden treasure place.

Check the dictionary, copy the secret book into plain text, and think through each word. According to the meaning, sit cross-legged and meditate, absorb the energy of heaven and earth, form Danyang, introduce it into the clay ball, and guide it with your thoughts to form a relative oval cyclone.

It slowly expanded and covered the abdomen.

According to the secret, expanding the cyclones to the abdomen is only the first step. When the rotation is free, extremely smooth, and without any obstacles, focus your thoughts deep in the abdomen, look inside the pair of sacs, move the cyclones, and then use them as
Chapter completed!